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Cheng Mosu could not remember how she returned home; she only woke up to find herself lying on that soft little bed. Rubbing her forehead, she looked at the moonlight outside the window and felt an intense thirst. She reached for the water cup but unexpectedly found her fingertips lacking strength, causing the cup to fall straight to the ground and shatter into pieces.
"Miss! What happened?" Feng Yin hurried in, seeing her staring blankly at the broken glass. She quickly said, "Miss, don't move around; I'll clean it up."
Feng Yin twisted open the pink plum blossom lamp, and a gentle pink light spilled onto the dark mahogany table. She looked at the Celadon Vase on the table, which held a few scattered fresh flowers. The fiery red colors contrasted sharply with the darkness outside, creating a strange and fierce atmosphere.
Her gaze softened as she looked at her palm; the delicate light clearly outlined her fingerprints. The moonlight was just right, and the street outside was quiet and still. The silver beams of light poured in through the window bars, filling the floor with a shimmering glow, as if capturing half a lifetime of beauty.
"Feng Yin, is there any news now?" she asked lightly.
Feng Yin, who was tidying up, paused for a moment and lowered her head to say, "There isn't any." She did not tell Cheng Mosu that Xiao Zuowei had called earlier to inform her that Shangguan Shaoyi had been hit by bullets in over fifteen places and was currently unconscious, with life and death uncertain.
Cheng Mosu nodded and did not press further. Only that gentle yet firm voice echoed in the cool air, "Feng Yin, help me up. I want to call Brother Zuwei and ask him to arrange for me to go to the battlefield to see Shaoyi. My intuition tells me that Shaoyi will be fine, but I need to see it with my own eyes to feel at ease."
As she spoke, a tear fell from her eye, spreading circles of sorrow.
Feng Yin bit her lip and said, "What if Young Master Xiao doesn't help you arrange it?"
"Then..." A layer of dense ripples passed through her water-colored eyes. "Then I'll walk to Suzhou; it's not far anyway."
"Miss..." Feng Yin knew her mistress was too stubborn; once she made up her mind, no one could change it.
She sighed and helped Cheng Mosu get up to make that call. Cheng Mosu picked up the receiver and heard a faint voice on the other end. Her heart tightened as she said, "Brother Zuwei, it's me. You must be asleep; I'm sorry for calling you so late."
On the other end of the phone, there was a long silence. Just when she thought she had dialed the wrong number, Xiao Zuowei's warm voice slowly came through, "Xiao Su, are you looking for me to take you to the Battlefield?"
"Yes." She could hardly hide the sadness and helplessness in her voice, but there was another silence on the line. After a long while, Xiao Zuowei said, "Xiao Su, the Battlefield is too dangerous; it's not a place for you. You not only have Shaoyi to worry about, but you also have Lingheng to take care of. If you don't protect yourself and something happens to you, what will Lingheng do?"
His words made it sound as if Shaoyi would never return...
Cheng Mosu bit her rose-colored lips tightly, not daring to ask how serious Shaoyi's injuries were. She lowered her brows, and her water-colored eyes revealed a chilling clarity. Her long eyelashes cast tiny shadows beneath her half-closed eyelids.
"Brother Zuwei, since you don't want me to go, then I have another favor to ask of you."
"Just say it."
"If both Shaoyi and I are gone, please take care of Lingheng for us." She hung up the phone, only hearing Xiao Zuowei say "you" at the end. She gently pressed her lips together, knowing without a doubt that Brother Zuwei would say she couldn't do this. But without Shaoyi, what was the point of living?
Things had come to this point; no matter what, she had to find a way to get to Suzhou.
She stood up and casually took out the leather suitcase that had accompanied her on her travels, starting to pack her belongings. Feng Yin beside her was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. "Miss, right now Suzhou is a Battlefield; it's too dangerous! I beg you not to go. If you leave, what will I do?"
Her delicate hands paused slightly as she raised her eyes. "Feng Yin, I'm sorry. If I really am gone, go find Brother Zuwei; he will make arrangements for you. I must go this time. Although you don’t say it and Brother Zuwei won’t tell me either, I know this might be my last chance to see Shaoyi. If I don’t go, I will regret it for the rest of my life."
"Miss..." Feng Yin's eyes were already filled with tears. Knowing Cheng Mosu's determination to leave, she began helping her pack. "Miss, since that's the case, just go with peace of mind. I will take care of Lingheng; you can rest assured."
Cheng Mosu nodded. Although she didn’t know how to get to Suzhou from here or how to enter the Barracks, she had to set off immediately without delay. She didn’t dare look at Lingheng even once; she feared that if she saw him, she wouldn’t be able to bear the pain of parting and would faint away.
She picked up the suitcase and walked out the door. Feng Yin followed closely behind her, tears in her eyes. She gently patted Feng Yin's shoulder with her delicate hands, her snow-white skin tinged with a faint red from the tears. Turning around, she saw a figure standing under the dazzling light. The person was no longer blurry or evasive; instead, he tilted his mouth into a slight smile, and his narrow eyes revealed a long-lost warmth.
She froze in silence, and the suitcase fell to the ground with a thud.
"Miss, he is..." Feng Yin glanced at the man, noticing his tall stature and extraordinary demeanor, but the faint coldness in his narrow eyes made her hesitant to approach.
He took a few steps forward, turned his head to look at Cheng Mosu, and with a hint of an elusive smile on his lips said, "Mosu, you don't recognize me anymore?"
"How could that be..." She felt weak all over, her face turning pale. "You... you really are Ruan Yu?"
"Who else could I be?" He raised an eyebrow, observing her beautiful profile illuminated by the soft yellow light. Although her water-colored eyes rippled with emotion, they remained calm and warm. He looked at her; after such a long time, he could finally speak to her this closely, and he felt an indescribable sensation inside.
She smiled lightly and reached up to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her tranquil eyes quietly rested on his handsome face, gentle as soft white clouds. "It's so good to see you're alive..."
"I never expected anyone in this world would wish for my survival." He reached out as if to embrace her but suddenly remembered something and awkwardly withdrew his hand. A hint of self-mockery flickered in his narrow gaze. "Well then, I'm heading to Suzhou. I figured you must be eager to go too, so let's go together."
Feng Yin had heard about Ruan Yu imprisoning Cheng Mosu and had no good feelings toward him. Hearing Ruan Yu's words now only made her more suspicious; she immediately stepped protectively in front of Cheng Mosu. "Hey, don't you dare have any bad intentions! Just because my lady is anxious to see her son-in-law doesn't mean you can take her away somewhere else! I tell you, I won't let you off easily!"
Ruan Yu narrowed his slanted eyes as he looked at Feng Yin, his voice particularly sinister. "Do you dare to doubt me?"
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